That’s right, Freehold is just a lobby. A lobby where the “men” of Williamsburg can sit on their laptops and make eyes at their next potential butt buddy. The lobby atmosphere expands to the outside where games of corn hole (appropriate) and ping pong (there’s a reason Jenny wasn’t that into Forrest Gump). The entire concept smacks of that very distinct brand of Williamsburg dicklessness. And, of course, you’re probably liable to find James Murphy there.